Yellow - Potion

Yellow froze, her eyes wide with understanding. She cast her gaze down to her hands, then aside to her Pokemon as Gravvy pawed at her fingers for attention to its shell. She began to work again, silently, until Gon spoke up a second time. “If you were awake,” he said softly, “Would you have given up?”

Yellow didn’t answer for a while, but as she inspected a chunk of shell that had cracked from the pressure of the plane’s hull, she spoke an answer barely above a whisper. “Yes.”

Danny pulled his head from his pillow, looking over at her with equal parts relief and disappointment. “We had a feeling you’d say that.”

Yellow picked at the cracks with a small tool before spritzing here and there with a potion. Before her eyes, the cracks began to seal and meld themselves together until the shell resembled a whole chunk of rock again. “I know that’s what happened before, and I’m sorry, but-”

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Round 9, FreestyleKneepad